~ Thursday, April 26, 2001 ~

 

10:04 p.m. Very very tired last night. Very tired today, too. As a direct result.

But my head was pleasantly full all day with the semi-swirling looniness from some of last night's radio speakers. In fact, it is the most outré stuff of all that seems to stick with you the longest -- people who claim that the government is transmitting microwaves to fry their insides and scramble their brain waves and make them want to do things they wouldn't ordinarily ...

... oh wait! It's Sweeps Week and Woody is on Will and Grace. Be back in a sec after I see who Survives tonight, me or them ...

Yeah. There you go. Quality TV entertainment. Zoom zoom zoom. My insides feel fine. Brain's a little mussed, but they're my Friends, you know, and they won't hurt me ...

Plus, today was the dreaded dental appointment day and wouldn't you know it -- I have to go back in two weeks and do it all over again, just like a bad dream. Today was going to be the permanent jamming of the classy new crown up and onto a live tooth, a really hopping jumping live tooth, but the stupid crown was too small.

And not very small, but just a tiny bit too small. It seems that they want these teeth to line up, but if it had been up to me, I would have slammed in the new tooth top and not said a word. I'm secretly pleased that the doctor is fussy, but now it means that I have to go back again, debate whether or not I want a needle again. Plus, plus -- they threw away the temporary crown too soon and to make a new one means a lot of really cold gaggy goop that you have to bite down onto, live nerves and all, for a long long minute. Sixty alligator seconds.

All in all, I am grateful that these are the kinds of small things I have to write about. If I could have scrolled forward through this journal from the vantage point of only a few months back, I never would have believed that I would be writing calmly about such esoteric things as crowns and needles and the dry rubbery taste of latex.

Ptuie.